This story contains lesbian sex, edging, ruined orgasms, teasing, begging, bondage, and a sexual act in a public space. All characters are 21+ and enthusiastic participants, although those in public are unaware. Any resistance is intended as part of their play, and done with a safe word.
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After Ellie had promised Jen she would be good, Jen had put her arms around Ellie and they had fallen asleep. As she slowly woke up, the first thing on Ellie's mind was the relentless burning between her legs. Her clit had only slightly calmed down from the previous night. It hurt and pulsed so badly that she considered waking Jen. If Jen knew she was in this state though, she would just take advantage of it, so Ellie silently sat up and decided to get out of bed--but before she could, her eyes fell on her pillow.
Blushing with embarrassment, but unable to help herself, Ellie folded it and placed it between her legs as she kneeled on the mattress. Maybe if she pretended, her body would think she was doing something about it and stop begging her for attention. Maybe she could trick it just enough to make her need bearable.
She closed her eyes and imagined that the belt was gone as she started to grind her hips. She tilted them forward and back, pretending she could feel the fabric of the pillow against her swollen clit.
She needed a little bit more stimulation than her imagination was providing. She began to rock her hips faster and harder. A growl of frustration escaped from her as she chased the feeling she was imagining, but of course, it was only in her head.
Before she knew it, she was fully fucking her pillow, bouncing up and down on it. The aching desperation had spread to her whole body. By now she knew it had been a bad idea to start, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't get off the pillow, so she just kept humping it as she made pitiful sounds of despair and frustration. Eventually, she felt a soft touch on her shoulder.
"Ellie. Sweetie," Jen said gently.
"Mmhh!" Ellie could only manage in response.
"Hey, it's OK," Jen said.
She reached around Ellie and began to massage her nipples under her shirt. Ellie shuddered hard and pushed her chest forward. Jen's touches sent stronger jolts of pleasure down her core and between her legs, but still no pressure or friction to offer her any sort of relief.
Ellie didn't care when Jen pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed them, as if she wasn't already vulnerable enough. Then Jen grabbed Ellie's hips and pulled them against her own lap, holding them still. With the handcuffs, Ellie couldn't even try to get free.
Jen gripped Ellie's hips hard while they twitched and Ellie whined quietly.
"Shhh, I'm trying to help you," Jen whispered. "It's for your own good. You're just getting yourself more worked up,"
She wasn't kind enough to remove the pillow from between Ellie's legs, but held her firmly until she collapsed back against Jen.
Jen brushed her hair away and kissed her forehead. Ellie looked up at her pleadingly.
"How are you holding up?" Jen asked.
"Well, you just had to stop me from trying to fuck the pillow, and I can't get out of this stupid thing," said Ellie.
Jen laughed a little bit. "It took you long enough to realize that. You're still enjoying it though, right? You want to keep going with--"
"Yes, I do," Ellie said, before Jen could even finish her sentence.
"So, you're excited to be edged all day and punished with the most intense ruins I can manage to give you? You still trust me with total control over your pussy after how mean I was yesterday?"
Ellie flushed when she remembered how Jen had punished her with the water.
"I like it when you're harsh with me," she said. "And I like it when I can't control myself, and you do it for me."
"So that's a yes?"
"Yes. I trust you. Do whatever you think I deserve."
"In that case, we're going to start with the vibrator. Just while I run some errands."
Ellie flinched as she felt a drip slide out of her. "Again?" She asked.
"You like me to be bitchy. So I'm going to be. It's fun to see how worked up I can get you without even touching you," Jen said.
Jen reached for her phone to unlock Ellie and put the toy in, but Ellie stopped her.
"What's wrong?" Jen asked.
"I...need help when you take it off," Ellie said.
"What do you mean?"
Ellie hesitated. "I want to be good, but I won't be able to help myself. I need you to restrain me."
"You can't touch yourself with the handcuffs," Jen said.
Ellie bit her lip and looked back at the pillow.
"Don't you dare," Jen said. "You can't be serious."
"I am. Please, just do it" Ellie said. She was starting to worry it was a losing battle.
"Ask again, and we'll see how mean I have to be to teach you some control," Jen said.
Ellie hesitated.
"Well? Are you done?" Jen asked.
Ellie nodded and closed her eyes. She would pretend she was still locked up so that she wouldn't be tempted.
Jen made sure that didn't work. She unlocked the belt, and while Ellie's eyes were shut, pushed one finger inside her and then dragged it quickly over her clit, slick with her fluid.
Just like that, Ellie was down on the floor, grunting as she ground her pussy against the heel of her own foot.
She protested and squirmed when Jen pulled her off her foot, pushed her legs apart, put the toy in place, and locked it in with her. This time, it was a vibrator that went inside, but didn't touch her clit.
Jen tossed a short skirt and tank top onto the bed.
"Get dressed," she told Ellie. "For pulling that stunt, you're coming with me on my errands."
"What? Like this?!"
"You heard me. Be a good girl and put your clothes on."
Ellie wondered if Jen would make her come and ruin it during the excursion. Any protesting would increase the likelihood though, so she changed and stood still while Jen ran her hands over Ellie's curves.
The tank top covered her fully, but clung to her skin so tightly that the lines of her bra were visible. Her skirt rose up to her waist, falling over the soft curve of her stomach and ending just a couple inches below her ass. Her thighs were bare. Jen added a pink collar that could pass for a necklace, and a big pride themed hair clip just in case any man mistook her femininity. Ellie felt femme, sexy, and submissive.
Jen drove them to the grocery store, and took Ellie's hand as they walked inside. As Jen walked with her down the first aisle, a woman turned and looked at Ellie just a moment too long, then caught herself and smiled at them. That was when Jen pressed the remote.
